Serviced At The Laundromat - Ch 1

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When my father told me that it was time to learn the family business, I was confused. I’d been going to the laundromat for years; I knew the business. But he insisted it was time for me to get into “management” as he called it.

Little did I know what my mother had been doing all these years to help put food on the table.

This gave a whole new meaning to me for the phrase, “Service with a smile.”

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“Shannon, come here,” I heard my father say to my mother.

“Yeah, Chuck, what is it? I’ve got a new client I’m about to meet.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “It’s time Ella here learns the business.”

“She’s not ready for that,” my mother quickly said.

I wanted to work, really work. I had been helping off and on for years, but I had to start saving if I was going to be able to pay for college. “It’s fine Mom. Dad told me that he thought I should get one on one with the customers, like you do.”

“You already told her?” I never heard my parents fight, but this felt like it was a fight.

“She turned eighteen last week. You were eighteen too when you took over for your mom.”

I watched my mom shake her head back and forth, “No time like the present, I suppose. Fine, if you’re really ready for it, Ella.”

“Watch, I’ll catch on in no time.” Both my parents gave each other a look, and something told me that I was missing the picture.

“You ladies have a good day; I’m going to head home and do the books.”

When my father left the back office, my mom turned towards me and glared, “He told you what he’s wanting from you, right?”

I nodded, “He said I was moving into management. I’m excited.” I put my hand on my hip and pretended to have a cocky tone, “Sir, I can’t have you treating our machines like that. So, do I sound like management?”

She shook her head, “Oh Ella, you’re so naïve. This is going to be hard to watch for me.”

“I’ll be fine Mom. You worry too much.”

My mother walked over and gave me a hug, “This time tomorrow, I’ll be auctioning off your virginity.”

I pulled away from her and couldn’t help the look I gave, “What?!”

She nodded, “You said you were ready. This time tomorrow I will host an auction. Once the bidder claims his prize, you will move into the management position, and I will be retired.”

It took a minute for me to process what she was saying completely. But once I did, I felt the excitement and anticipation hit. This was going to be fun.

“So, let me get this straight. You’re going to pay me to have sex with our customers?”

She nodded, “Yes, but no. The customers will purchase different laundromat services and you will help see that they are carried out. The different soaps are how you know what they want. And the other management office, my office, is where you will help them.”

I nodded my head again, “And what does Dad do?”

She laughed, “What every husband before him does, nothing. This is how it’s always been. He takes care of the home, and the wife earns the wages.”

“How much will I get to keep of the money earned?” I wasn’t dumb. I knew I needed cash up front.

“I’ll be kinder to you than my mother was to me. You can have thirty percent.”

“Thirty!” I couldn’t believe that was it.

She nodded, “I started with ten. Be glad I love you more.” She walked to the door to the laundromat floor and pushed it open, “Come on, we have soap to sell.”

Things certainly made more sense to me now as to why my mom worked more than my dad, but I didn’t know if this was dangerous or exciting.

When I walked into the front room, I looked at everything with a whole new meaning. My eyes were opened, and I immediately looked at the different types of soap. I walked over to the counter and looked at the signs posted under each container. The red container said “Basic Stains” on the outside. I wondered what was considered basic. The blue container had “Aggressive Stains.” My whole life I thought that meant grass stains. The yellow container had nothing on it at all. I knew that it had to of meant full service.

My phone dinged, and I looked down to see a text from my mom, “Well, ring up your first customer,” my mom wrote.

“That guy’s twice my age!”

She nodded and typed out, “Yep.”

I took a gulp and suddenly felt nervous. I smiled and said, “How can I help you?”

“I’d like to buy ten packets of the basic soap please.”

Nodding, I typed it into the register. I never realized that our soap had been so expensive. I pressed the buttons and then said to him, “That’s $32.50 with tax.”

He grinned, looked me up and down and pulled out two twenties from his wallet, “You can keep the change.”

I noticed that my mom always had a tip jar on the counter, and it was usually full. Now I knew why. “Thank you very much,” I knew I needed to be polite. Turning around, I walked to the detergent container and pulled out the ten that he purchased. When I spun back around, I saw my mother was talking to him. He was grinning and eyeing me. “Here you go.”

“Why don’t you wait in my office? She will be in shortly.”

“I can’t wait,” he said to my mother, but never took his eyes off me.

When he walked away, I leaned over the counter and whispered, “Mom, what did I just sell?”

She grinned, “Don’t worry, basic just means a hand job. He paid for ten. That means ten minutes.”

“You know I’ve never done that, right?”

“No time like the present to learn.” The grin she gave me sent chills down my spine. Parents shouldn’t enjoy their children having sex, even if they were full fledge adults.

Sighing, resound to my fate, I said, “Here goes nothing.”

“By the way, when he cums, make sure it’s on you and not on my carpet. It’s a bitch to clean up.”

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